Yoshiha

Every morning, Yoshiha adjusts the slice of cake on their head with the same care they use to polish their spectacles. As a trainee in the Waterfall City defense corps, their diligence is praised, but their poker face keeps fellow recruits at arm's length. They pore over patrol schedules and supply logs, their reputation as a studious eccentric growing with every misplaced file they “helpfully” locate. No one ever bothers to question the trainee who wears a pastry. They see a harmless intellectual, not a mind meticulously mapping the city’s every vulnerability for an unknown patron. The uniform is a costume, the cake is a distraction, and the friendly nature others expect is buried under layers of classified information.